Dared to sneak into the infamous Saturday night dance hall.
Always the chance for the forbidden - and a good brawl.
No guns, knives and teenagers were allowed.
Not many would hardly be noticed in this raucous crowd.
Yearning to get inside.

But this was his chance for teenage bragging pride.
Racing across the old wooden bridge over Sewer Creek.
Always an odor unique!
Dashing past the bootleggers, fist fights, and drunks incoherent.
Love making couples oblivious and totally adherent!
Excited after finally reaching the coveted door.
Yes, he would be THE object of local high school lore?

After a few nervous minutes a drunk handed him his beer.
Deception was becoming less of a fear.
Overwhelming was the noise after the great Bob Wills took the stage.
Loud Western Swing was then all the rage.
Exquiste blond grabbed him to dance.
Searching feverishly with her hands in his tight denim pants!
Confidently smiling!
Entirely beguiling!
No telling what other erotica she would add -
Till he turned around to see his frowning Mom and Dad!